Mae is an American alternative/indie band that formed in Norfolk, Virginia in 2001. The band's name is an acronym for "Multi-sensory Aesthetic Experience," based on a course taken by drummer Jacob Marshall while a student at Old Dominion University.
Jacob Marshall and Dave Elkins began what would become Mae by writing their first song, "Embers and Envelopes", in Marshall's living room. The band signed with Tooth and Nail Records and released their first album, Destination: Beautiful, in 2003. They released their second full-length album, The Everglow, in 2005. The band toured extensively to promote it, and also performed on the Vans Warped Tour. Mae re-released The Everglow in 2006, adding three new songs and a two-hour DVD.
Later in 2006, the band signed to Capitol Records for their third full-length album. Mae began recording the album in the fall of 2006, working with producer Howard Benson (who has produced albums for Saosin, My Chemical Romance, Blindside, and Relient K). The album, titled Singularity, was released on August 14, 2007. On June 19, 2007, the band released the first single from Singularity, "Sometimes I Can't Make It Alone".
Ella Mae Morse (September 12, 1924 – October 16, 1999), was an American popular singer. Morse blended jazz, country, pop, and R&B.
Morse was born in Mansfield, Texas, United States. She was hired by Jimmy Dorsey when she was 14 years old. Dorsey believed she was 19, and when he was informed by the school board that he was now responsible for her care, he fired her. In 1942, at the age of 17, she joined Freddie Slack's band, with whom in the same year she recorded "Cow Cow Boogie", Capitol Records' first gold single. "Mr. Five by Five" was also recorded by Morse with Slack, and they had a hit recording with the song in 1942 (Capitol 115). She also originated the wartime hit "Milkman, Keep Those Bottles Quiet", which was later popularized by Nancy Walker in the film, Broadway Rhythm.
In 1943, Morse began to record solo. She reached #1 in the R&B chart with "Shoo-Shoo Baby" in December for two weeks. In the same year she performed "Cow Cow Boogie" in the film Reveille with Beverly and starred in Universal's South of Dixie and The Ghost Catchers with Olsen and Johnson and How Do You Dooo? with radio's Mad Russian, Bert Gordon. She sang in a wide variety of styles, and she had hits on both the U.S. pop and rhythm and blues charts. However, she never received the popularity of a major star because her versatility prevented her from being placed into any one category of music.
Plot
Beverly Ross moderates an 5:30 am radio show with swing music, dedicated to the local servicemen. Two buddies of her brother have a chance to meet her and both fall in love. One of them is a wealthy sponser, the other used to be his chauffeur, but before she can decide, which of them she likes more, the soldiers have their marching orders and are away to their destination.
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Get "Hep"! Fall Into Step! Here's A Musical With Pep! (original poster)
HOT HITS! TWINKLING TOES! RACY ROMANCE! (original poster)
The HOTTEST rhythm in pictures! (original poster)
Romance on the beam! Rhythm in the groove! Laughs on the loose!
Great Big Star-Studded Musical! Full of Rhythm, Rhumba and Romance!
Now, listen while I tell you 'bout a place I know
Down in Tennessee where the tall corn grows
Hidden from the world in a bunch of pines
Where the moon's a little bashful and it seldom shines
Civilized people live there alright
But they all go native on a Saturday Night
Their music is a fiddle and a cracked guitar
They get their kicks from an old fruit jar
They do the boogie to an old square dance
The woods are full of couples lookin' for romance
Somebody takes his brogue and knocks out the light
Yes, they all go native on a Saturday night
When they really get together there's a lot of fun
They all know the other fellah packs a gun
Ev'rybody does his best to act just right
Cause there's gonna be a funeral if you start a fight
They struggle and they shuffle till broad daylight
Yes, they all go native on a Saturday night
Well, now you've heard my story 'bout a place I know
Down in Tennessee where the tall corn grows
HIdden from the world in a bunch of pines
Where the moon's a little bashful and it seldom shines
Civilized people live there alright
But they all go native on a Saturday night
Milkman keep those bottles quiet
Can't use that jive on my milk diet
So milkman keep those bottles quiet
Been jumpin' on the swing shift, all night
Turnin' out my quota, all right
Now I'm beat right down to the sod
Gotta catch myself some righteous nod
Milkman stop that grade A riot
Cut out if you can't lullaby it
Oh, milkman, Keep Those Bottles Quiet
Been knocking out a fast tank, all day
Working on a bomber, okay
Boy you blast my wig with those clinks
And I got to catch my forty winks
So milkman, Keep Those Bottles Quiet
Now noise of the riveter rocks, don't mind it
Cause the man with the whiskers has a lot behind it
But I can't keep punchin' with the victory crew,
When you're making me punchy with that bottled moo
I wanna give my all if I'm gonna give it
But I gotta get my shuteye if I'm gonna rivet
So bail out, bud, with that milk barrage
Cause it's unpatriotic, it's sabotage
Been knocking out a fast tank, all day
Working on a bomber, okay
Boy, you blast my wig with those clinks
And I got to catch my forty winks
So milkman, keep those bottles quiet
Oooo, milkman, keep those bottles quiet...
Oooo, milkman, keep those bottles quiet...
You've seen him up and down the avenue
And now he's wearing the navy blue
She had a tear in the corner of her eye
As he said his last goodbye
Shoo, shoo, baby
Shoo, sh-sh, baby
Bye, bye, bye baby
Your papa's off to the seven seas
Do-on't cry baby
Do-on't sigh baby
Bye, bye, bye baby
When I come back we'll live a life of ease
Seems kinda tough now
To say goodbye this way
But papa's gotta be rough now
So that he can be sweet to you another day
Bye-iy-iy baby
Do-on't cry baby
Shoo, shoo, shoo baby
Your papa's off to the seven seas
Bye Bye Bye baby
Do-on’t cry my baby
Shoo-oo-sh baby
Well, twirl my turban, man alive!
Here comes Mister Five by Five
He's one of those big fat bouncing boys
Solid avoirdupois!
Mister Five by Five
He's five feet tall and he's five feet wide
He don't measure no more from head to toe
Than he do from side to side
Mister Five by Five
Got fifty chins and a line of jive
He's a mellow old cat, a real hep fat
He be Mister Five by Five
That man
Can really jump it for a fat man
The only trouble is there's no way of knowin'
Whether he's comin' or ... or goin'
Mister Five by Five
He's slightly plump on his butter side
He don't shake it no more from head to toe
Than he do from side to side
That man [my, my!]
Can really jump it for a fat man [fat man!]
Boys, the trouble is there's no way of knowin'
Whether he's comin' or ... or goin'
Mister Five by Five
He's five feet tall and he's five feet wide
He don't measure no more from head to toe
Than he do ...
From side to side ...
(Jack Holmes)
Down in old Kentucky
Where horseshoes are lucky
There's a village smithy
Standin' under the chestnut tree
Hear the hammer knockin'
See the anvil rockin'
He sings the boogie blues
While he's hammerin' on the shoes
See the hot sparks a-flyin'
Like Fourth of July-in'
He's even got the horses cloppin'
Pop, down the avenue
Folks love the rhythm
The clang-bangin' rhythm
You'll get a lot o' kicks
Out of the Blacksmith Blues
[Repeat]
Down in old Kentucky
Where horseshoes are lucky
There's a village smithy
Standin' under the chestnut tree
Hear the hammer knockin'
See the anvil rockin'
He sings the boogie blues
While he's hammerin' on the shoes
See the hot sparks a-flyin'
Like Fourth of July-in'
He's even got the horses cloppin'
Pop, down the avenue
Folks love the rhythm
The clang-bangin' rhythm
You'll get a lot o' kicks
Out of the Blacksmith Blues
Lace up your boots and we'll broom on down
To a knocked out shack on the edge of town
There's an eight beat combo that just won't quit
Keep walking 'til you see a blue light lit
Fall in there and we'll see some sights
At the house of blue lights
There's fryers and broilers
And Detroit barbecue ribs but the treat of the treats
Is when they serve you all those fine eight beats
You'll want to spend the rest of your brights
Down at the house, the house of blue lights
We'll have a time and we'll cut some rug
While we dig those tunes like they should be dug
It's a real home coming for all the 'Cats'
Just trilly down a path of welcome mats
Fall in there and we'll see some sights
At the house of blue lights
There's fryers and broilers
And Detroit barbecue ribs but the treat of the treats
Is when they serve you all those fine eight beats
You'll want to spend the rest of your brights
Love me or leave me and let me be lonely
You won't believe me but I love you only
I'd rather be lonley than happy with somebody else
You might find the night time the right time for kissing
But night time is my time for just reminiscing
Regretting instead of forgetting with somebody else
There'll be no one unless that someone is you
I intended to be independently blue
To have it today and to give back tomorrow
My love is your love
There's no love for nobody else
(Intermezzo)
There'll be no one unless that someone is you
I intended to be independently blue
I want your love, but I don't wanna borrow
To have it today and to give back tomorrow
My love is your love
Out on the plains, down near Santa Fe
I met a cowboy riding the range one day
And as he jogged along, I heard him singing
A most peculiar cowboy song
It was a ditty he learned in the city
Ah, comma ti, ii, yi, aay, comma ti, yipply, yi, aay
Get along, get hip, little doggies
Get along, better be on your way
Get along, get hip, little doggies
And he trucked 'em on down the old fairway
Singing his cow, cow boogie in the strangest way
Comma ti, ii, yi, aay, comma ti, yipply, ii, aay
Singing his cowboy songs, he's just too much
He's got a knocked out western accent
With a Harlem touch, he was raised on loco weed
He's what you call a swing half-breed
Singing his cow, cow boogie in the strangest way
Comma ti, ii, yi, aay, comma ti, yipply, ii, aay
Get along, little doggie
Better be on your way, your way
G-get along, little doggie
And he trucked 'em on down the old fairway
Singing his cow, cow boogie in the strangest way
Comma ti ii-yi aay, comma ti yipply ii aay
Yip yip, singing his cowboy songs
Yip yip as he was juggling along
Yip yip, he sings with a Harlem touch
Yip yip, that cat is just too much
Singing his cow, cow boogie, in the strangest way
NO LOVE, NO NOTHIN'
Ella Mae Morse
No love, no nothin',
Until my baby comes home,
No sir! No nothin',
As long as baby must roam,
I promised him I'd wait for him
Till even Hades froze,
I'm lonsome, Heaven knows,
But what I said still goes,
No love, no nothin',
And that's a promise I'll keep,
No fun with no one,
I'm getting plenty of sleep
My heart's on strile
And tho' it's like an empty honeycomb,
No love, no sir! No nothin',
Now listen here, friends, I wanna tell you
'Bout a brand new dance that you gotta learn to do
It's called the okie boogie, you do it okie style
That mean old okie boogie is bound to drive you wild
Well, it's gotta be fast, you can't go too slow
If you hear that rhythm you got to dosey-doe
When you do the okie boogie and do it okie style
That mean old okie boogie is bound to drive you wild
Old Man Mose, on a cane and a crutch
Tried to do the okie boogie just a little too much
For he tried to overdo it, Oklahoma style
That mean old okie boogie is bound to drive you wild
When you get started it's hard to stop
If you don't watch out you're gonna blow your top
When you do the okie boogie and do it okie style
That mean old okie boogie drives everybody wild
When you get the beat I'll tell you what to do
Just grab your partner and follow on through
Let's do the okie boogie and do it okie style
That mean old okie boogie drives everybody wild
Well, it's gotta be fast, you can't go too slow
If you hear that rhythm you got to dosey-doe
When you do the okie boogie and do it okie style
That mean old okie boogie is bound to drive you wild
When you get the beat I'll tell you what to do
Just grab your partner and follow on through
Let's do the okie boogie and do it okie style
Out on the plains, down near Santa Fe,
I met a cowboy ridin' the range one day.
And as he jogged along I heard him singin'
A most peculiar cowboy song.
It was a ditty he learned in the city...
Ah comma ti ii-yi aay.
Comma ti yipply yi aay.
Get along. Get hip little doggies.
Get along. Better be on your way.
Get along. Get hip little doggies.
And he trucked 'em on down, the old fairway.
Singin' his cow, cow boogie in the strangest way...
Comma ti ii-yi aay.
Comma ti yipply ii aay.
Singin' his cowboy songs,
He's just too much.
He's got a knocked out western accent,
With a Harlem touch.
He was raised on loco weed.
He's what you call a swing' half-breed.
Singin' his cow, cow boogie,
In the strangest way...
Comma ti ii-yi aay.
Comma ti yipply ii aay.
[Instrumental break, featuring trumpet solo.]
Get along little doggie.
Better be on your way, your way.
G-get along little doggie.
And he trucked 'em on down, the old fairway.
Singin' his cow, cow boogie in the strangest way.
Comma ti ii-yi aay.
Comma ti yipply ii aay.
Yip yip, singin his cowboy songs.
yip yip, as he was jugglin' along.
Yip yip, he sings with a Harlem touch.
Yip yip, that cat is just too much.
Singing his cow, cow boogie, in the strangest way.
Comma ti ii ii ii ii aay.